"What are those untouchables doing?"

Standing on the tower of the castle, Viscount Warrenken, holding a telescope, asked the butler beside him in a deep voice, "Why are they gathered in front of my castle?"

There were seven or eight thousand people in front of him, and almost every town had come to his castle - not only the townspeople, but also the outsiders.

He didn't understand what had caused so many people to leave their jobs and come here, but I'm afraid it wasn't a good thing!

"Master, I've already asked people to ask......"

However, before the butler's words could be finished, Viscount Warrencan gritted his teeth and shouted: "What's the use of asking, someone is dealing with us!"

He put down his monoculars with an ugly look and gritted his teeth at the crowd in front of the castle.

He had seen the soldiers and officers who were mixed in with the crowd, and they were standing scattered in the crowd with resentment on their faces.

"Tax cuts!"

Suddenly, a loud voice pierced the sky and reached the ears of Viscount Warrenken.

Viscount Warrenken, who was still about to curse something, and his butler, froze on the spot, and together with the other soldiers, set his eyes on the crowd in front of the castle.

A man dressed as a businessman raised his right arm, waved angrily, and roared to the sky: "We want to cut taxes! We want to cut taxes!"

A cry of exhaustion poured into Viscount Warrenken's blank mind, and he was immediately sneered and immediately furious.

He pressed his hands hard against the woman's wall, staring at the group of 'untouchables' with tearful eyes, his arms trembling.

"Heh, hehe—tax cuts?" Viscount Warrencan repeated through gritted teeth, as if to confirm something.

This group of untouchables gathered here to get him to 'reduce taxes'? to ask one of his nobles to give them a 'tax reduction'? These untouchables dare to make demands on him, a nobleman?!

"Tax Reduction !!"

However, at this moment, everyone standing under the castle roared in unison, and their right arms burst up, and their arms stood like ancient trees in the dense forest that were not afraid of wind and rain and were indomitable.

Viscount Warrenken was stunned by their loud voice, and the roar echoed in his brain as if it were ...... Erode his will!

"Closed—"

"Tax Reduction !!"

Viscount Warrencan tried to silence the untouchables, but a roar that seemed to merge followed.

Hearing this roar, Viscount Warrenken's whole face was distorted and angry, but he didn't know what to do.

"Tax Reduction !!"

Another roar rang out, and the civilians tore their throats hard, ready to vent their usual grievances and grievances.

"Crazy, crazy......" Viscount Warrenken's face was hideous, and his ten fingers clenched the city wall tightly, "these untouchables are crazy! Shoot them for me, kill them for me!"

Standing on the tower, Viscount Warrenken looked like he was crazy, pointing at the crowd below and shouting madly.

The butler's face changed, "Master, this can't be helped! He, they are your people, if you shoot them, something big will happen!"

Viscount Warrenken's face quickly turned gloomy, and he turned his head viciously and glared at him, "It's just a bunch of untouchables! What if you die? This is my territory, and I am the master here—here, I am the master!"

Looking at his master in a daze, the housekeeper was dumbfounded.

He didn't quite understand why the usually calm and rational master had become what he was now, could it be that he was stimulated by the group of civilians who had gathered?

Viscount Warrencan gasped and glared at his butler for a long time before he withdrew his gaze and looked at the soldiers beside him, "Didn't you hear my orders? Go and shoot them! These untouchables have insulted me, they have the audacity to try to hold the will of the people hostage to overthrow my rule, I want them to know that I am the master here, and no one can make conditions and demands on me!"

The cold gaze rested on the hesitant soldier, and seeing that he did not respond immediately, Viscount Warrencan raised his hand and slapped the soldier, glared angrily, and shouted in a low voice: "Why don't you go quickly?"

The soldier left Viscount Warrenken with a look of trepidation, and then Viscount Warrencan looked under the city walls again.

The untouchables he hated were still shouting, their voices getting louder and louder each time, as if they were about to break through the sky.

Yes, yes, and those damned traitors!

Those who were wearing the uniform he provided, wearing the sword he provided, and eating the food he provided this morning, turned their heads against him and demanded that he take a tax cut?!

Dalits, untouchables, untouchables, damn untouchables!!

Viscount Warrencan stood on the tower and gritted his teeth, the noise under the city walls intensified, the extremely agitated soldiers had already drawn their weapons, and the mercenaries and adventurers ripped off their clothes and waved them fiercely in their hands.

The butler looked at all this and felt ridiculous.

How could the commoners dare to gather in front of the lord's castle to demonstrate against the lord? Moreover, there were so many people, as far as the eye could see, that the castle was almost full of people, and there must have been at least five thousand people.

If you want so many people to gather together, demonstrate to the lord, and demand tax reduction, there must at least be a process of gathering and discussion, but now these processes seem to have been skipped, and both the bold and the cowardly suddenly gathered in front of the lord's castle, and there was not even a single guy who came to ventilate the news!

...... Anyway, it's weird.

And just now, the master also said, 'Someone is dealing with them', but why, the master's attitude has changed again?

Throughout all this, the butler felt a strong sense of disobedience, as if everyone had been manipulated...... Yes, manipulation! They're being manipulated!

"Master!" the butler exclaimed, causing Viscount Warrenken to turn his head, and his cold and fierce eyes made the butler's heart tremble.

But after his body trembled, he gritted his teeth and said, "Didn't you just say that someone was dealing with us?

"Manipulation? Looking at his butler, Viscount Warrenken sneered, "But do you know how powerful it takes to control these thousands of people? At least a legendary mage can do this kind of thing, but how can a legendary mage come to deal with a little minion like me?

Seeing his master's eyes burning with rage, the housekeeper felt a sigh in his heart, and felt that everything was over.

My own lord...... Is it also controlled by others?

Otherwise, how could he make such an irrational choice uncharacteristically?

The butler's lips trembled slightly, and he wanted to continue to persuade Viscount Warrencan to give up that idea, but at this moment, the sound of the roulette wheel spinning sounded!

Click! Click! Click!

Viscount Warrenken's brows furrowed, not quite understanding where the voice came from, but the butler was shocked and froze.

He was familiar with the sound, wasn't it the sound of the gears turning when the castle gates opened?!

Someone is opening the castle gates?!

Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed through the butler's mind, and he remembered something that he had been ignoring all along—their soldiers were recruited in the towns and villages within the territory, and among those standing under the walls, there might be relatives or even family members of the soldiers!

"Old, sir, let's run......" The butler's body trembled, and his teeth couldn't help but start fighting.

The angry Viscount Warrencan could no longer hold back, reached out and grabbed the butler by the collar, pushed him against the city wall, and shouted angrily: "What to run? This is my territory, what to run?"

At this time, he also remembered what it was.

Then, his eyes flickered, glaring at the frightened butler, and said in a deep voice: "Don't forget, we still have transcendentals, and this riot will soon be suppressed......

Wow!

At this moment, a cheer rang out outside the castle like a tidal wave, and the sound crashed against the city walls, causing the nobles' hearts to tremble.

Knock knock......

The ground shook with the sound of footsteps, and the civilians poured into the castle with great fanaticism, shouting so loudly that the whole castle trembled.

"Reduction - Tax !!"

"I'm going to kill them!!" Viscount Warrenken roared in anger with red eyes. ()

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